<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970</id><updated>2011-08-02T20:43:25.080-05:00</updated><category term='summer'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Pinkalicious'/><category term='school'/><category term='austin'/><category term='Waffle House'/><category term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Life...  Whatnot...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-3715407575129510834</id><published>2010-01-06T08:48:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:15:24.537-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Our Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought I'd share some pictures of our Christmas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;At the beginning of December, an "Elf on the Shelf" arrived at our house. The book that came with him let us know that he was sent to our family from the North Pole. Each night he would fly back and report to Santa how the kids had been that day. He would then return to a different place in our house. Our responsibilities were to name him and never touch him. Pretty simple, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Meet our elf, Zephyr Zippy-Jet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423643455304457074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0Sm_KXLW3I/AAAAAAAAAf4/MJs5MatCrvI/s400/DSC02858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;He ended up in all kinds of places: the Christmas tree, stockings, the kids' closets, our car, kitchen cabinets, our nativity scene... he was all over the place! He went back to the North Pole on Christmas Eve. We will miss him until he comes back next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a lovely Christmas morning. It started with the ceremonial underwear toss. When Pat was little, he would get underwear or socks at Christmas. He'd toss it over his shoulder and move on with the next gift. For the past few years, the first presents we open are underwear or socks. And all together, we toss them over our shoulders. It's sort of our opening ceremony for Christmas morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids each had 3 simple wishes this year....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423656362413711778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0SyudF04aI/AAAAAAAAAgA/37OxGQOz1-E/s400/DSC03074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bathrobe. &lt;/strong&gt;To this day it only comes off when we &lt;em&gt;make&lt;/em&gt; him take it off and get dressed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423673144682269826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0TB_T6czII/AAAAAAAAAhY/3NZ5zTe0gzw/s400/DSC03092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money!&lt;/strong&gt; Went straight to his savings account. He is laser-beam focused on saving up for a laptop. He's been saving up for about 8 months now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423656370410187810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0Syu64VbCI/AAAAAAAAAgI/H5wZk5Mpn8Y/s400/DSC03110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots!&lt;/strong&gt; Brough knocked Dad's block off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423656373455406434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0SyvGOXxWI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ffOKUAX78SM/s400/DSC03086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423661836216705666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0S3tEmKIoI/AAAAAAAAAgg/vQ2qHySo4N4/s400/DSC03088.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pink iPod!!&lt;/strong&gt; She was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; excited!! You can see her &lt;strong&gt;pink Snuggie&lt;/strong&gt; in the background. That was wish #2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423661841221037218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0S3tXPSLKI/AAAAAAAAAgo/icO3uic_r2I/s400/DSC03118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Becca asked for &lt;strong&gt;pink pom poms&lt;/strong&gt;, and couldn't understand why Santa brought red ones. She eventually decided the red ones would work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca's nest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423661845056566322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0S3tlhvtDI/AAAAAAAAAgw/yYP1ORFLXok/s400/DSC03097.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;How much do I love that he was excited and enthusiastic about getting a dictionary?!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423661858361569682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0S3uXF58ZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/BIq7uaQbR1E/s400/DSC03062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bubble wrap is &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423661850661824066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0S3t6aJJkI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Cyrfzh2kP5s/s400/DSC03079.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;There's more to report, but I've spent about 2 hours on this post (I have serious issues with blogger's formatting program!), and have lots to get done.  I'll post more in a day or two.  Until then, I'll leave you with this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope you had a Merry and Blessed Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423668157850349538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0S9dChEb-I/AAAAAAAAAhI/24eOMp-dzYc/s400/DSC03122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-3715407575129510834?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3715407575129510834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=3715407575129510834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3715407575129510834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3715407575129510834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-christmas.html' title='Our Christmas'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0Sm_KXLW3I/AAAAAAAAAf4/MJs5MatCrvI/s72-c/DSC02858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-8605722392123145096</id><published>2010-01-02T20:41:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:24:22.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is time to get back to the blog. I have been sidetracked by FaceBook for a year now. As part of my resolutions for 2010, I plan to blog a few times each week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;As I was looking back on 2009 and thinking about 2010, something occurred to me: The blog is really the best way for me to chronicle what our family is up to. I'm just not a scrapbooker (although I have about 3 bags of stuff that I've set aside to fill the adorable and empty scrapbooks I bought for the kids when they were babies). The blog allows me to record the day to day "stuff" that happens in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2009 was a great year for our family. It was a pretty good year for me personally, but I feel like there were some areas that I really let go. As we all know, the start of a new year is a great time to start fresh. So... here are my resolutions for this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog at least 2 - 3 times a week&lt;/strong&gt;. I only list this first, because I'm writing it here... on my blog. I set the limit of a couple of times a week so I don't end up spending 20 hours a week on blogging, instead of accomplishing my other goals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go to church regularly&lt;/strong&gt;. We used to go every Sunday, but for a multitude of reasons, we've gotten pretty lax in our attendance. It's time to make church a priority again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take better care of my family and our home.&lt;/strong&gt; I am not a good housekeeper. There, I said it. But I resolve to do better. I let myself get overwhelmed, distracted, etc. Our house is really cute and has so much potential, but I've never put the work into making it all it could be. This is the year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continue excercising.&lt;/strong&gt; I am proud to say that I finally started working out regularly in September. I have been sick off and on for the last 2 months, so I haven't been working out like I should. But I really miss it and am looking forward to re-establishing that routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the year I'm going to make my calendar my best friend. I'm going to get myself organized and stay that way. I'm not saying I'll ever be a Type A SuperMom (nor do I think I'd really want to!) But, I'm going to stop just floating through life like I have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-8605722392123145096?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/8605722392123145096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=8605722392123145096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/8605722392123145096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/8605722392123145096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-7442038011036822419</id><published>2009-08-25T15:52:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:17:51.514-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The Start of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's tradition at our house to take photos on the front steps before school on the first day. So, here are this year's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374373267201678370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SpWcAwnpXCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ihuqX1nOC-s/s400/DSC01468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374373868229132290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SpWcjvnwgAI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ycggqU75BBc/s400/DSC01470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374374454897466466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SpWdF5IY3GI/AAAAAAAAAew/fr2LVRsgraE/s400/DSC01456_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This outfit should have been Becca's "1st day of school" outfit. Only problem is that the temperature was supposed to be 103 degrees. We'll have to save it for cooler weather. Maybe school picture time! But, I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to get a picture of her in it. She's such a good sport to put up with her crazy Mommy. I got her up, had her put it on, we went out front (it was still a bit dark), and took the pictures. Then she had to go back in and put on her actual outfit for the day - which of course we had to take pictures of too!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Becca was starting Kindergarten. I was really quite OK with it. I seemed to do all my "grieving" last Spring, and cherished every one of those last moments of her being home with me. Sunday night, when I was tucking her in, we were talking about how exciting it was that she was going to be a Kindergartner. Then she said, "It's just really a bummer that I won't be here at home with you anymore. We'll never have just you and me time again." It was all I could do to keep the tears back. I hadn't really realized that she had a grasp on that. But I guess seeing her brother come and go every day for 4 years and not be home with us... she gets it. Ugh. That was hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Afternoon report: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374650904605865474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SpaYhYjDtgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GeDsQSOk744/s400/DSC01472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Becca LOVED her first day of school. She said her teacher was beautiful (I agree, she's adorable) and that she made 2 new friends already. And she loved being able to finally ride a big yellow school bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Brough, on the other hand, did not have a great day. Our district rezoned last year, and we're at another school now. All of his buddies are still at the old school. He said, "I don't really like any of the kids, this school smells bad, and &lt;em&gt;we didn't even do any multiplication!&lt;/em&gt; We just reviewed addition. I hate reviewing!!" aaaah... the struggles of a math whiz! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had plans to get together with our friends for ice cream in the afternoon. We've always done something after the first day of school since the boys were in Kindergarten. They became friends in pre-school when they were 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374652316840230242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SpaZzlh9_WI/AAAAAAAAAfA/1eB6hsfSW6M/s400/DSC01476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brough and Stratton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374652924393164578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SpaaW814DyI/AAAAAAAAAfI/BAxIrFV0DCQ/s400/DSC01480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Becca and Hays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;(the younger siblings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Brough needed to see his old friend that afternoon. It was good for both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Brough's bad attitude continued into Tuesday. He could think of not one good thing, and had no interest in ever returning to that school. He's always loved school and it broke my heart to see him like this. He and his sister had been bugging me to take them to the Dollar Store. So, I told him I'd give him a dollar for every &lt;em&gt;truly good&lt;/em&gt; thing he could tell me about school that afternoon. Not just that they had lunch, or that the day finally ended at 3:00, but truly good things. I figured he might come home with 4 or 5, but that afternoon, he told me &lt;strong&gt;10 good things&lt;/strong&gt; that happened that day. And he was smiling and enthusiastic! Yay! He's been back to himself since. Whew! Oh, and I suggested that he take his 4th grade activity book he'd been working on this summer and ask his teacher if he could work in it when he was finished with his addition problems. Thankfully, she said yes, and he is now able to work multiplication and division on his own instead of "just boring addition review". (I don't think I ever tried to seek out harder math problems!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;All seems to be well now. The kids are getting into the groove of school, and I'm enjoying a silent house during the day. Now, I just need to get myself into a good groove of getting busy on all my projects and getting off the computer....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-7442038011036822419?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/7442038011036822419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=7442038011036822419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/7442038011036822419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/7442038011036822419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/08/start-of-school.html' title='The Start of School'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SpWcAwnpXCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/ihuqX1nOC-s/s72-c/DSC01468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-3239997760635427327</id><published>2009-08-23T21:14:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:44:35.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Ready for School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;One last little bit of extra summer fun? Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373350024398691394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SpH5YMIe3EI/AAAAAAAAAd4/MwRDKWptTkM/s400/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;School supplies ready to go? Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373352538142861474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SpH7qgjy6KI/AAAAAAAAAeA/aAgMb6Ei-zg/s400/DSC01399_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Backpacks loaded and hanging on their hooks? Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373352761149538642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SpH73fUuwVI/AAAAAAAAAeI/3WPJMHU-do4/s400/DSC01424_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Clothes for the week put in the bins? Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373353047390198850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SpH8IJp0nEI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/sPmoo8COmtM/s400/DSC01443_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;(my new "brilliant idea" for this year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373353273135825010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SpH8VSnxgHI/AAAAAAAAAeY/9VBinVqI5_M/s400/DSC01444_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mom ready to send her kids to a new school, and more than that, send her baby to Kindergarten??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;umm..... I'll get back to you tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I took the summer off from blogging, but now I'm ready to start back up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a fantastic and very busy summer, which I will be sharing in the coming weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-3239997760635427327?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3239997760635427327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=3239997760635427327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3239997760635427327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3239997760635427327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/08/ready-for-school.html' title='Ready for School!'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SpH5YMIe3EI/AAAAAAAAAd4/MwRDKWptTkM/s72-c/DSC01434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-5314354100221131177</id><published>2009-06-07T21:03:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:56:28.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waffle House'/><title type='text'>Waffle House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I grew up in Alabama and Georgia, home of the Waffle House. They are few and far between here in Texas. However, there is one near the Austin Airport. It has become a tradition for the kids and me to stop and eat there whenever we have to take Patrick to the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;He left today to go to London... well, Surrey to be exact. He was acting all mopey about it, but I don't feel too bad for him. He's staying at &lt;a href="http://www.pennyhillpark.co.uk/EXCLUSIVE_HOTELS/the_hotel/the_grounds.aspx"&gt;Pennyhill Park Hotel&lt;/a&gt;, which is a 5-star property offering such unique activities as shooting clays and archery. Also, in the directions for how to get there, they list coordinates for those arriving by helicopter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's going to be just fine!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, we said good-bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344775199328326770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/Six0udhIVHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/pjJ5tepNWPU/s400/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344775674841800098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/Six1KI8YHaI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6UEgHcUp0Mo/s400/DSC00107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think Pat was giving Brough the "you're the man of the house while I'm gone, so take care of Mom and Becca" speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344778799022207314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/Six3__bB8VI/AAAAAAAAAdI/jV7qE5NMRxY/s400/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bye, honey!! Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And... off to the Waffle House. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344790563086288946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SiyCsv-eSDI/AAAAAAAAAdg/MwlAallhbvk/s400/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know what to tell you, the place just makes me happy. From the way it's laid out so you can watch all of the food being prepared, to the signs on the wall, to the yummy, yummy waffles... It's just a good place to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It wasn't very busy in there this afternoon. I guess 5:30 is not prime time at the Waffle House. The kids wanted to sit at the counter and watch all the food being prepared. Plus, it's just good fun to swivel in those tall stools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344787670198486690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SiyAEXIRhqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iaZsyRGyC_A/s400/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The cook and the waitress were so nice to the kids. The cook would talk to the kids as she was fixing everything. The kids decided to order 2 different things, and share with each other. The cook overheard them, and went ahead and made up their plates with the food already divided up. Awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, my waffle arrived. Let me tell ya, if you've never been to a Waffle House, you cannot comprehend the bliss that is sitting on this plate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344788415899826178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SiyAvxFU-AI/AAAAAAAAAdY/E9TzHUkrGng/s400/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, that is butter pooled up in all the little waffle squares, and, yeah... I ate the whole thing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;After she finished eating, Becca went over and checked out the juke box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344794765161117282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SiyGhV7LtmI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zEF0AS3T05g/s400/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And, it just wouldn't be a family outing without one of the kids being weird. So, here is a picture of Becca... who figured out how to use her dress as a cup holder. What can I say? She's creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344797217241486466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SiyIwEos1II/AAAAAAAAAdw/LblJ1ROF9Q0/s400/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-5314354100221131177?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/5314354100221131177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=5314354100221131177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/5314354100221131177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/5314354100221131177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/06/waffle-house.html' title='Waffle House'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/Six0udhIVHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/pjJ5tepNWPU/s72-c/DSC00104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-1712631192716226671</id><published>2009-06-07T20:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:00:55.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Good For Me Too!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My two blogging/Emmaus buddies, &lt;a href="http://www.threelittleindians.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://hihoohio.blogspot.com/"&gt;Catherine&lt;/a&gt; both have really cute signs that say, "It's All Good" in their yards (both signs have made appearances in each blog). I think maybe they bought them together.  Or one of them bought one for the other.  I can't remember the story now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, my friend Barbara gave me a dish the other day that says, you guessed it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344769140679814418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SixvNzSwrRI/AAAAAAAAAco/2Z4OsN9zc0I/s400/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And guess what?  It came filled with chocolate!!  I had to eat it all so you could see what was written in the bottom of the dish, dontchyaknow!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Woo Hoo!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-1712631192716226671?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1712631192716226671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=1712631192716226671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/1712631192716226671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/1712631192716226671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-all-good-for-me-too.html' title='It&apos;s All Good For Me Too!!!'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SixvNzSwrRI/AAAAAAAAAco/2Z4OsN9zc0I/s72-c/DSC00102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-3437836489653354644</id><published>2009-06-07T20:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:49:07.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've not been writing for awhile.  My grandfather died a couple of weeks ago, and I want to write something special for him.  But I just haven't been able to do it yet.  And it felt weird to do silly, frivolous blog posts before I wrote that one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;However, I have decided it's OK to post some other stuff.  I will post something about him soon.  It's OK to take a little extra time, that way I'll do it right.  And maybe by writing other stuff, it will make it a little easier to write his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-3437836489653354644?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3437836489653354644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=3437836489653354644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3437836489653354644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3437836489653354644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-hard.html' title='Too Hard'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-3468281483590125966</id><published>2009-05-18T15:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:58:20.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm behind, but I wanted to share a little bit about our Mother's Day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The plan was for me to sleep in, which is always appreciated. From my sleepy state, I heard Patrick and the kids up and watching a movie. But to my surprise, the movie was put on for a fake out for old Mom! While the movie was playing, Pat and the kids were cleaning the kids' rooms, and Pat gave Brough a haircut. Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But after I got up, the magic wore off. Bummer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't remember why, but both kids got a case of the grumpies. I thought I'd share the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;9:02 am Grumpy Boy sits outside the back door.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337268990990487746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ShHJ3oayEMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/HicQGZ3ziik/s400/DSC03872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And at 9:10 am, &lt;a href="http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html"&gt;Princess Pouts A Lot &lt;/a&gt;makes a return appearance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337269485221058898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ShHKUZkiGVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/_WgFsGPoLkU/s400/DSC03874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But everyone was happy again before too long.  Becca was still running a fever, so we decided to just hang at home.  It was a lovely, lazy day!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-3468281483590125966?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3468281483590125966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=3468281483590125966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3468281483590125966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3468281483590125966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ShHJ3oayEMI/AAAAAAAAAcY/HicQGZ3ziik/s72-c/DSC03872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-7451211953853625433</id><published>2009-05-18T15:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:41:49.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just thought I'd share a photo of Becca when she was sick. When I took this picture, her temperature was 103.8! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337265820258017106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ShHG_EhQH1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8PA1rY885NE/s400/DSC03869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, I'd been on the phone with the nurse. We were doing Advil 'round the clock.  Becca was in remarkably good spirits.   In the picture, she is enjoying a cold wash cloth to the forehead and a &lt;a href="http://pedialyte.com/products.aspx?section=2"&gt;Pedialyte Freezer Pop&lt;/a&gt;. I keep those in my freezer at all times. They are wonderful. I even munch on them when I have a stomach virus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;She's much better now!! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-7451211953853625433?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/7451211953853625433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=7451211953853625433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/7451211953853625433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/7451211953853625433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-girl.html' title='Sick Girl'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ShHG_EhQH1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/8PA1rY885NE/s72-c/DSC03869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-3643831802634600075</id><published>2009-04-24T23:43:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:19:55.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn, Turn, Turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1,2,4, 9-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:&lt;br /&gt;a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,&lt;br /&gt;a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. &lt;em&gt;I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil—this is the gift of God&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We lost a good friend yesterday. Paul was one of those people that you felt like you'd known him your whole life as soon as you met him. A good guy, through and through. He was a dedicated and wonderful teacher - a middle school teacher, at that. He had such a gentle spirit and a wonderful laugh. And he had cancer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329157744232076962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SfT4u7j5lqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/_oEWK1ysM4Q/s400/IMG_3217_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329158027899491218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SfT4_cTe05I/AAAAAAAAAbg/NzEHH0UTEzI/s400/IMG_3259_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Paul was married to Wanda, my Mother in-Law's best friend. They were the kind of couple we all hope to be. They loved each other. Cherished each other. Went fishing together. Had adventures together. Loved each other's kids and grandkids. They took care of each other, in more ways than they ever expected to when they started their journey together. They just fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Paul battled cancer off and on for years. He fought the good fight. And early yesterday morning, that fight ended. We will miss him so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And despite our sadness over his loss, life moves forward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even as we're so sad, we are rejoicing as well. Just yesterday our family suffered a loss (for there is no question that Paul was part of our family), today our family has grown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, Pat's brother became a Dad! Today, we welcome this sweet baby girl to this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328632945253246498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SfMbbnBDZiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/1yZPms2znjk/s400/DSCN0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't she beautiful? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And so we are thanking God for the gift of life. We thank Him for the gift of Paul's life and the mark Paul has left on each of our hearts. And we thank God for the gift of this precious new life - so full of promise. We pray that we might be fortunate enough to leave a mark on her heart as she grows. That she may know goodness and joy, laughter and adventure, and that she may live life to the fullest. Just as Paul did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-3643831802634600075?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3643831802634600075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=3643831802634600075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3643831802634600075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3643831802634600075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-turn-turn.html' title='Turn, Turn, Turn'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SfT4u7j5lqI/AAAAAAAAAbY/_oEWK1ysM4Q/s72-c/IMG_3217_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-6904718527197574426</id><published>2009-04-21T08:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:47:23.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love surprises.  Love, love, love them.  Good surprises, that is.  Not a huge fan of someone jumping out if front of me and yelling, "Boooo!!"  That is a bad surprise, and I do not love these.  My husband learned this early in our marriage when he jumped out at me from between two cars on a dark street one night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Right now, I'm involved in some way in several surprises that will be unfolding over the next few months.  It's very exciting, but it's very hard too!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm constantly worrying about something slipping out when I'm talking with one of the "surprise-ees".  Anyone who knows me can tell you that I wear my emotions on my sleeve.  I'm very easy to read.  (Except those times when I'm intending to be funny, and am coming across snarky and mean.  I'm working on that.)  I'm just so afraid something's going to slip!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't wait for the first one to unfold...  Hmmm... When will it be?  Who will it be for?  Stay tuned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-6904718527197574426?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/6904718527197574426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=6904718527197574426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/6904718527197574426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/6904718527197574426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-7241151392961621869</id><published>2009-04-14T08:08:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:11:07.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just thought I'd share a little of our Easter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I forgot about dying eggs until Saturday night... ooops!! The kids didn't seem to mind staying up a little late to get them done. They're good sports, those kids of mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324535105646346082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeSMd84lv2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/rlSMz6FiaWw/s400/DSC03622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324536288946063682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeSNi1BOiUI/AAAAAAAAAZY/VUn1LBcWHw8/s400/DSC03627.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Becca decided that she didn't need to use the dipper or a spoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324535842858126562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeSNI3NkzOI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/7RU98QVo3Gw/s400/DSC03625.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We tried marbleizing the eggs this year. They came out pretty neat. Just dip in one color, let them dry, add vegetable oil to the dyes, and dip the eggs in another color. The colors didn't come through properly in the photos, (they were really bright) but you get the idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;They selected eggs to put out for the Easter Bunny, and put together their usual tray of carrots - with the addition of celery this year - and a note for the Easter Bunny. We always put our baskets out on the front porch so our dog doesn't bother the Easter Bunny, and so she doesn't eat all the chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324538821997488930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeSP2RXv6yI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-nq6vFq2vHc/s400/DSC03630_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids woke up before us Sunday morning, grabbed their Easter Baskets and took them back to their rooms to check them out. So, alas, no photos of full baskets to share with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was &lt;em&gt;pouring&lt;/em&gt; rain when we woke up, but it cleared up and turned into a perfect day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We got ready for church and headed out. It was a lovely service, although our pastor is &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone looked so nice, and we haven't ever taken Easter photos, so I rounded up the troops.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Managed to get a cute one of the kiddos pretty quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324545367456538930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeSVzRGy4TI/AAAAAAAAAaw/9N6-FE5LpZE/s400/DSC03638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;*sigh* What perfect, perfect children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Brough took a nice picture of Pat and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324540639435906594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeSRgD21XiI/AAAAAAAAAZw/4PV_X0wb5AU/s400/DSC03642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And then, while trying to take this picture, things started falling apart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324541015597667858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeSR19KyVhI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/AiJvqcs9YIY/s400/DSC03641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had an unexpected visit from Princess Pouts-a-Lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324541405507109858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeSSMpscQ-I/AAAAAAAAAaA/myXSgJDSVTw/s400/DSC03648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And then, while I was dealing with the Princess...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324541647626048994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeSSavqGFeI/AAAAAAAAAaI/TI8_V-i_8xc/s400/DSC03649_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Boys!.... Boys!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324542039085410050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeSSxh9R5wI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/wJVNzFJYH7E/s400/DSC03650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Arg!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;OK, Much better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324542691708777794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeSTXhK0NUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_9hwW56TDTw/s400/DSC03651.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;(although I won't tell you what Pat said to get Brough to smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The princess deemed us worthy of her presence again, and I'm so glad that she did!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324543247741328514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeST34jTnII/AAAAAAAAAag/m6bF255EEMA/s400/DSC03655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324546493833770402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeSW01MDdaI/AAAAAAAAAa4/0y4xzrYO7cs/s400/DSC03654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope your Easter was filled with unexpected blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-7241151392961621869?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/7241151392961621869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=7241151392961621869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/7241151392961621869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/7241151392961621869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeSMd84lv2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/rlSMz6FiaWw/s72-c/DSC03622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-8113926412290881229</id><published>2009-04-11T20:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:26:58.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids and I were running some errands yesterday that were in the same area as where our old Target used to be. (see the &lt;a href="http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-new-target-store.html"&gt;previous post &lt;/a&gt;for info about our new store) We were surprised to see signs saying "Open to Public" and "Fixture Sale". So we wandered in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323620278938684786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeFMcB00zXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/gy1SJ0yo3xc/s400/DSC03605.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh my! It was our old store, the one we thought we'd never be in again, but it was stripped bare! We had a lot of fun walking around and looking at the stacks of shelves.  It was a little surreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323619961883971826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeFMJktF0PI/AAAAAAAAAYw/3djbInoMOJ4/s400/DSC03606.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids wanted to visit where the toy section had been. We found the fixture that had held the &lt;a href="http://www.schleich-s.com/"&gt;Schleich&lt;/a&gt; animals that the kids love so much. And what did my highly observant son find in the back of one of the bins?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A little &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meerkat"&gt;meerkat&lt;/a&gt; that had been left behind!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323620832335351746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeFM8PY3z8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/EiFCHm9ARyw/s400/DSC03608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I decided that since the store was completely stripped down, it would be OK for the little critter to come home with us. (is that terrible?)  And so, with our new little friend we said good-bye to the old store, and headed back out to see what other adventures the day might hold for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-8113926412290881229?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/8113926412290881229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=8113926412290881229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/8113926412290881229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/8113926412290881229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-surprise.html' title='A Fun Surprise!'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SeFMcB00zXI/AAAAAAAAAY4/gy1SJ0yo3xc/s72-c/DSC03605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-4520892364726089735</id><published>2009-04-02T05:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:13:42.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Target Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our town opened a new Target a few weeks ago. The kids and I decided to go check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;As we parked, I started thinking whether it would be weird to take some photos before we head into the new store for the first time. I decided that yes, it probably would be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;As we walked up to the front of the store, my son said, "Hey, Mom, take our picture here!" as he climbed onto one of the red concrete spheres out front. HOW MUCH DO I LOVE MY KIDS????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320045518191841090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SdSZNkS7z0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/uuSM7i_K1WU/s400/DSC03415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320045920144625410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SdSZk9r8jwI/AAAAAAAAAYY/HPT3J4czd7Y/s400/DSC03417.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then there was this by the front door.  Pretty cool photo spot actually.  We may try again when the sun isn't so darn bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320046585188988626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SdSaLrK4NtI/AAAAAAAAAYg/T2EXiH_qB-U/s400/DSC03419_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, look what I found!!  They have EVERYTHING here!  Picked up 2 pretty cute kids.  And they were on sale!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320047328098019938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SdSa26uMamI/AAAAAAAAAYo/OjV-F9eIwV4/s400/DSC03422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Note for the germophobes (like me):  These carts were brand new!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Patrick asked me if I loved the new store, and to my surprise I didn't.  It was nice, but it didn't feel like &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; Target store.  I've been cruising the aisles of the old one for about 10 years now.  It's been my place to run away.  It's been my "happy place" to just wander for hours and not even buy anything.  And now it's closed down, and we have the new one.  I'm sure this one will grow on me,  we just need some time to get to know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-4520892364726089735?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/4520892364726089735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=4520892364726089735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/4520892364726089735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/4520892364726089735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-new-target-store.html' title='Our New Target Store'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SdSZNkS7z0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/uuSM7i_K1WU/s72-c/DSC03415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-3126982912075832862</id><published>2009-03-21T09:58:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:00:04.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbara and Karim are very dear friends of ours. We met through church, and have had many an adventure with them. Barbara is a pastor, and right now she's appointed to a small church in South Texas. Karim has kept his job near us, with the hopes that someday soon (please, God!) she'll be appointed closer to home. Karim spends weekends with her, but it's hard during the week. She's in a small town, far away from the people she loves. And while she likes many of the people there, she's still quite lonely. So, when we can, the kids and I load up and go invade her all too quiet town. Which is what we did the first few days of spring break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One day, we went drove to Corpus Christi. We had planned to go for a walk on the jetties or boat docks, or go see a movie, but ended up on the beach. We were all wearing jeans - clearly not well planned. Still, the first beach experience of the year is always the best!! So we rolled up our pants legs, and enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(Thanks to the position of the sun, I could only get photos from behind.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315661504796872434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ScUF-ZuizvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/B95ohALs6AM/s400/DSC03312_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315659797171325538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ScUEbAU4ymI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ZYZM4EdG3ao/s400/DSC03314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315660183549508226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ScUExfsn-oI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ctVa14DS6Tc/s400/DSC03310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315669954548594610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ScUNqPgV97I/AAAAAAAAAWY/X-7vP42XkFw/s400/DSC03315_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315660803708220178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ScUFVl9-8xI/AAAAAAAAAVw/E2zx9K8btlI/s400/DSC03320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Soaking wet and covered in sand!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No towels. No change of clothes. Oh, well. That happens sometimes when spontaneous fun occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Another day, we went over to see &lt;a href="http://www.king-ranch.com/"&gt;King Ranch&lt;/a&gt;. At 825,000 acres, it is the largest ranch in the US. To put it in perspective, it is almost the size of the state of Rhode Island!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Unfortunately, we didn't have time to do the hour and a half long tour that they offer. It was fun to learn more about the ranch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315664382368563778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ScUIl5hGQkI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Shjkq2wgZqg/s400/DSC03359.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The "running W" is the symbol of the ranch, and is branded on all cattle... and just about anything else they can put it on!! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315664967527419186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ScUJH9Z1zTI/AAAAAAAAAWI/huZp9JRvV14/s400/DSC03368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Barbara and me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(in the bright, bright sun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315665637328073986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ScUJu8mwtQI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pGnQJpUSYdU/s400/DSC03356_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cow!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We live in Texas. We see cows all the time. But for some reason, it's &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; fun getting close to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a great visit, although short. I always feel our crazy, loud visits help her appreciate the quiet and solitude a little bit when we leave! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;More coming about Barbara and Karim. We are celebrating Newroz - the Kurdish New Year - with them this weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-3126982912075832862?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3126982912075832862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=3126982912075832862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3126982912075832862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3126982912075832862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ScUF-ZuizvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/B95ohALs6AM/s72-c/DSC03312_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-4835190135614075808</id><published>2009-03-13T14:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:14:11.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, my poor blog, how I've neglected you! I'm so sorry, I got sidetracked by something new... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curse you, FaceBook!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;OK, that's partly true. Mostly, I just haven't felt inspired to write anything lately. I'd sit down and think and ponder, and nothing would happen. Rats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought about just posting some random photos here and there, but nothing really spoke to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Life has been full of "busy-ness". I'm going and doing all day, and it's all kind of a blur. So, I'm trying to slow down. Working on focusing on the important stuff, trying to let go of the stuff that's stressing me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And most of all... I'm really trying to stop procrastinating! I think of the wasted time, the stomach aches, the nerves, the guilt that all come from putting things off. I've really been proud of myself for the things I've checked off my list lately. But it seems that for every one thing I check off my list, I become aware of two more that need my attention. I'm taking deep breaths, and just keep moving through the list. Trying to stay intentional, and not worrying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;On a side note, I don't know why my paragraphs aren't spacing properly. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with the formatting, but something's off. Sorry about that! It looked great when I was typing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now for some good news... school gets out for Spring Break today, and I ma SO looking forward to it!!! I should have some fun stuff coming soon!! Thanks for hanging in there with me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-4835190135614075808?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/4835190135614075808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=4835190135614075808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/4835190135614075808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/4835190135614075808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/03/arg.html' title='Arg!'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-5712949717046136449</id><published>2009-02-25T21:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:18:54.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashes to Ashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is Ash Wednesday. Many people will be giving up chocolate, sodas, and the like for the next 6 weeks. But at the Ash Wednesday service tonight, our pastor had a different suggestion. She suggested taking on something positive during Lent.  Actually, 3 somethings.  Something for your body, something for your heart, and something for your spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something positive for your body.&lt;/strong&gt;  Boy, where to start???  But, you know, it could be something as simple as being grateful that you are healthy.  Or making those appointments for physicals, and dental check ups that we've put off.  Or it could be the ever-popular eating better or working out.  &lt;em&gt;What positive step will you take for your body?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something positive for your heart.&lt;/strong&gt;  Strive to be more generous and loving with those around you. Here are some thoughts she offered for this category:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;ear and Understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ven if you disagree, that doesn't make the other person wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;cknowledge the greatness in others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;emember to look for others' good intentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ell the truth with compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;There's some good stuff there.  We can all show each other more grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something positive for your soul&lt;/strong&gt;. We could probably all stand a little work on our souls.  Our pastor has suggested journaling during Lent as a soul-check.  What about praying more?  And remembering to take time to listen for God's response?  &lt;em&gt;Ask  yourself that age-old question, "Is it well with your soul?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I plan to do something active everyday (body), to have patience and take more deep breaths before speaking (heart), and read my &lt;a href="http://www.tyndale.com/products/nonfiction/details.asp?isbn=978-1-4143-1139-5&amp;amp;subpage="&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daily Grind &lt;/em&gt;devotional &lt;/a&gt;and the Bible everyday (soul).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-5712949717046136449?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/5712949717046136449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=5712949717046136449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/5712949717046136449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/5712949717046136449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/02/ashes-to-ashes.html' title='Ashes to Ashes'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-7534704353585431869</id><published>2009-02-19T09:15:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:00:25.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visions of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Winter is drawing to an end, but we probably still have some more dreary days ahead of us. So, here is a reminder of what's to come. These were taken in Beaverton, Oregon when visiting my &lt;em&gt;amiga mejor, &lt;/em&gt;Kristy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304598287060089474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZ24CYBcuoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/PT6rtvkS20k/s400/DSC01910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304587714495796370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZ2ua-JsVJI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wjXLYFKvYZU/s400/DSC01904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304588475020633938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZ2vHPU8Z1I/AAAAAAAAAT8/sriUIalpI0Q/s400/DSC01894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304589117787933234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZ2vsp0nCjI/AAAAAAAAAUE/9iESwfsCT4U/s400/DSC01911_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304592410244529522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZ2ysTLbvXI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xxZ2MihQVU0/s400/DSC02000_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304589647553926146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZ2wLfWqlAI/AAAAAAAAAUM/5FXVMY1Rllc/s400/DSC01892_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304590397587614290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZ2w3JcoalI/AAAAAAAAAUU/OCZa0w2v6KU/s400/DSC01988_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304591304028493634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZ2xr6M-l0I/AAAAAAAAAUc/aa9UvFZVEcw/s400/DSC01990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304599306441155586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZ249tg1ZAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/YiawDerSYLY/s400/DSC01905_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304593263012702642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZ2zd7_NabI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Biuj2YAvRKA/s400/DSC02009_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304594506992468242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZ20mWLGQRI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8YuP087ioB8/s400/DSC02012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hang in there!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-7534704353585431869?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/7534704353585431869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=7534704353585431869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/7534704353585431869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/7534704353585431869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/02/visions-of-summer.html' title='Visions of Summer'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZ24CYBcuoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/PT6rtvkS20k/s72-c/DSC01910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-6940211770312172286</id><published>2009-02-12T08:46:00.024-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:37:42.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ugh! Between me being sick, my son being sick, and just a whole lot of feeling scattered and stressed, I am wondering where the last couple of weeks have gone! Holy cow. Hoping to pull myself back together... soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday, my son's class went to the &lt;a href="http://www.wittemuseum.org/"&gt;Witte Museum &lt;/a&gt;in San Antonio. I went along with them. It was very fun. I got an extra kick out of it, because I used to be the events director years ago and haven't been back in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302041109039296578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZSiTBjOMEI/AAAAAAAAASk/1JTOCTomcFw/s400/DSC03230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301957169251939554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZRV9FeY9OI/AAAAAAAAAR8/cgAbBD5KcdQ/s400/DSC03188_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;How many 8 year olds fit in a dinosaur footprint??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301956005111079074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZRU5UtlIKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SbdOJwGMs9Q/s400/DSC03189_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Umm... hey, guys, you might want to look behind you!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301986079945205458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZRwP6MzJtI/AAAAAAAAASE/OaksAffpgJY/s400/DSC03216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; The Sky Bike was a huge hit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Although we didn't have time to see the &lt;a href="http://www.wittemuseum.org/exhibits/genome/Genome.html"&gt;Genome&lt;/a&gt; exhibit, this poster cracked us up...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302038051247930786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZSfhCY8vaI/AAAAAAAAASU/i8X-k5x8x4U/s400/DSC03228_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fun at the HEB Science Treehouse...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302037349365552242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZSe4LrJlHI/AAAAAAAAASM/SbyQBHwYUEM/s400/DSC03218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302040786718290754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZSiAQz580I/AAAAAAAAASc/iYHDBLkJ8o4/s400/DSC03223.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Don't look down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302041952199189842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZSjEGkNJVI/AAAAAAAAASs/rm53QpRLYn0/s400/DSC03226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yikes!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We made lots of new friends...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302084628717154658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZTJ4M--sWI/AAAAAAAAATE/WwOFh1DGuSg/s400/DSC03191.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302082432225584674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZTH4WalJiI/AAAAAAAAAS0/tKDnDK3atog/s400/DSC03202.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302085938484752882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZTLEcP6MfI/AAAAAAAAATc/vG2LoLzC5xg/s400/DSC03199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302085521836654594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZTKsMHQwAI/AAAAAAAAATU/QKwtGaRAEgE/s400/DSC03201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And sat on a chair of nails!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302086687290647794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZTLwBxJZPI/AAAAAAAAATk/ZroggfDHFN8/s400/DSC03181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my favorite part? Even though he had all his buddies with him, he said, "Mom, I'm so glad you're here!" And as we were climbing the stairs, he reached out and held my hand. I know these moments will probably become fewer and fewer, so I &lt;strong&gt;savor&lt;/strong&gt; them when they do happen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-6940211770312172286?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/6940211770312172286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=6940211770312172286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/6940211770312172286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/6940211770312172286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SZSiTBjOMEI/AAAAAAAAASk/1JTOCTomcFw/s72-c/DSC03230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-6132723251009706507</id><published>2009-02-03T13:56:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:23:37.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kids Rock!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been sick for several days now, which has not been fun. Some nights I dragged myself out of bed to fix dinner, other nights, I let Patrick and the kids fend for themselves with pizza or chicken nuggets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday morning, I managed to drag my coughing, sneezing, fever-y self out of the house for the &lt;a href="http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/01/pine-wood-derby.html"&gt;pinewood derby&lt;/a&gt;. After that, Mom needed a nap!! When I woke up, my son asked if I felt like eating dinner that night. I hadn't eaten much other than broth for days. I told him I thought I might actually eat something that night. He said, "OK" and ran out of the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;About 20 minutes later he called from the other room and asked if I was ready to come to the kitchen. I figured that meant he was ready for me to fix dinner, but when I came out I was greeted with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298663134651410402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYiiDCVa5-I/AAAAAAAAARE/FQp-Vua0OwE/s400/DSC03085_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A handsome young waiter (with a dashing mustache) and his adorable assistant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The sign on the table read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298672509390511842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYiqkt9ZXuI/AAAAAAAAARM/0xLQ7OjZ7lU/s400/DSC03087_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"From scratch. Yummy. Always Unexpected."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And what, you may ask, do an 8 year-old and a 5 year-old prepare for dinner? Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298675760684010178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYith9-LCsI/AAAAAAAAARc/IbdIb68h-0M/s400/DSC03093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Multi-Grain Cheerios, whole wheat bread, garlic breadsticks, beef jerky, peanut butter cheese crackers, part of an energy bar, yogurt covered cranberries, banana, peanuts, and for dessert:  clementine orange slices, 1/2 a guava-mango poptart and Smarties!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;By the time we'd finished eating this fine meal, we had full tummies, and our hearts overflowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-6132723251009706507?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/6132723251009706507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=6132723251009706507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/6132723251009706507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/6132723251009706507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-kids-rock.html' title='My Kids Rock!!!'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYiiDCVa5-I/AAAAAAAAARE/FQp-Vua0OwE/s72-c/DSC03085_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-2375393360322327450</id><published>2009-01-31T15:07:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:55:48.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pine Wood Derby!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday was the much anticipated Pine Wood Derby for our Cub Scout Pack. The boys have been working on their cars for a month now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;For those not familiar with it, here's what happens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Your little guy is given a car kit. It contains a block of wood, some wheels, and nails to put the wheels on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297681122884302354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYUk6bbPthI/AAAAAAAAAP8/fkcRL0KYqlM/s400/DSC02922.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Great thought goes into what the car should look like. There is usually consultation with Dad and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297681513523829202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYUlRKq92dI/AAAAAAAAAQE/38Lt1qwPVMw/s400/DSC02920.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297570346648193138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYTAKZybyHI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xuhhPyvS6xU/s400/DSC02918_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Once the design is decided, the block is taken to a helpful grown-up for cutting. This is a very tense time, requiring close supervision and inspection...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297571183063901314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYTA7FrepII/AAAAAAAAAPk/MJ92FmDaKUU/s400/DSC02927.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297572572952899138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYTCL_a1rkI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QMq5BUJdlDU/s400/DSC02926.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well done, Mr. Brown!! Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;After a little sanding, comes the very important weigh-in. The cars need to be as close to 5 oz. as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297574149278281154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYTDnvsGLcI/AAAAAAAAAP0/nFEiYaMP4zE/s400/DSC02935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297682638365843506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYUmSpCM4DI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jQJVNPWP2XY/s400/DSC02933_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmm... 2.5 oz.... we're going to have to add some weights!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Race Day!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297684276009966738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYUnx9u_HJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/vWWcKVlsTUY/s400/DSC03075.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The car is painted, weighted, and all weighed in. We're ready to roll!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297684973364601858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYUoajlSZAI/AAAAAAAAAQc/fIXo1Ozqt3s/s400/DSC03062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297685350173311570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYUowfTfAlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/k-G0UcaF5Sg/s400/DSC03064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297686176573316082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYUpgl4mW_I/AAAAAAAAAQs/88DQ6Q-68ME/s400/DSC03066_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298660323688225586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYiffarkmzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ns2R_KCn8lc/s400/DSC03070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298660728962107842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYif3AcZScI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/LI4cIRSB-24/s400/DSC03067_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;He took 4th place in the Bear Cub group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Great job, buddy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-2375393360322327450?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/2375393360322327450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=2375393360322327450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/2375393360322327450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/2375393360322327450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/01/pine-wood-derby.html' title='Pine Wood Derby!!!!'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SYUk6bbPthI/AAAAAAAAAP8/fkcRL0KYqlM/s72-c/DSC02922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-3105082709836298606</id><published>2009-01-26T11:15:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:43:18.741-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinkalicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Pinkalicious!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday night, Becca had her first slumber party. It wasn't her birthday, it was just one of those things that evolved. She and I decided just for fun we'd make it a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pinkalicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone wore pink, brought pink jammies, and went through about 264 wardrobe changes, almost all in the shade of pink!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We started out by reading the book &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pinkalicious-Victoria-Kann/dp/0060776390/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1232990556&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pinkalicious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(the link code overrode the pink text. bummer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295654597307595826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX3xzHWu_DI/AAAAAAAAANc/odt-9zwF3I4/s400/pinkalicious+book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295655082510769986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX3yPW4L30I/AAAAAAAAANk/8yK8Ukkmflc/s400/DSC02986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next, it was time to do nails, hair, and make-up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295658188423511986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX31EJTfP7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/X9vFhIDwluA/s400/DSC02998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295658527132852146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX31X3GFn7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/N7DtpaW_4Qg/s400/DSC02989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295710338469535714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX4kfrXXH-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/oThMTO5AltU/s400/DSC02996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295711876634865106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX4l5NejbdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/UvacUCP8UWI/s400/DSC03005_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295657567271981026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX30f_VbD-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/HNv3DPxytWU/s400/DSC03016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;We made pink cupcakes, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295712373338266578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 392px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX4mWH1329I/AAAAAAAAAOk/5ZFYEpCyWMQ/s400/DSC03041_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Any food that could be made pink, without being gross, was made pink. We had pink kettle corn for a snack (popped in microwave, opened bag, poured in pink sugar, sealed bag, and shook it up.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295715343564827522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX4pDAzEa4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/XOffhJ-3i1o/s400/DSC03021_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We made pink Mac and Cheese (added 2 drops of food coloring to a batch of Kraft White Cheddar), had strawberry applesauce, and even had a strawberry vinaigrette for the salad eaters in the bunch. Beverage choices were Cherry 7Up, White Cranberry Strawberry juice, and strawberry milk. Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295716643894204066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX4qOs5wFqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/tpWPN411fLQ/s400/DSC03048.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A good toothbrushing was definitely in order!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And they were all snuggled in bed and drifting off to sleep by 9:30!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295717969589070226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX4rb3gCaZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-APCtNmpDzc/s400/DSC03052_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a great time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-3105082709836298606?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3105082709836298606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=3105082709836298606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3105082709836298606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3105082709836298606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/01/pinkalicious.html' title='Pinkalicious!!'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX3xzHWu_DI/AAAAAAAAANc/odt-9zwF3I4/s72-c/pinkalicious+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-1088688704571485229</id><published>2009-01-26T09:18:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:42:55.986-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin'/><title type='text'>Fabulous Friday Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;In general, we are low-key kinda people. But, wow, did we have a fun weekend! My friend Monica was planning a date night for Friday and discovered that &lt;a href="http://www.johnlegend.com/us/discography"&gt;John Legend &lt;/a&gt;was hosting an "after party" for his concert in Austin at a club called &lt;a href="http://www.speakeasyaustin.com/index.html"&gt;Speakeasy&lt;/a&gt;. Monica got it in her head that she and her husband were going (even though it was sold out), and we were coming with them. In about 2 hours, Monica had arranged a table in front by the stage!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we went out for an &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.perrysrestaurants.com/index.htm"&gt;Perry's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got to Speakeasy at 9:00. John Legend was supposed to arrive at 11:00, but we figured he'd be a bit later than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We hung out on the rooftop terrace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295634728771205746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX3funShOnI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FtKbhciyeAw/s400/DSC02952_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and, in a very uncharacteristic move (and great lapse of judgement)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295635160630101234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX3gHwFtBPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/fTBn6Qz23zw/s400/DSC02958.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;...did shots of Patrón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We listened to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jameskinneymusic"&gt;James Kinney&lt;/a&gt; while we waited. He was amazing! All of us are fans of his now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295642266157485986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX3mlWPcj6I/AAAAAAAAANE/MZlR88QD1Xc/s400/DSC02962.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;They kept telling us John Legend was on his way, that he was in the building, etc. Then we found out - at 1:30 - that he was in the back room of the club! We'd had this great table all night right by the stage, and it turns out he played in the OTHER ROOM!! Arg!!! We went back there and saw him from very far away, and for only about 5 minutes before he left. Bummer, dude. But you know what? We had a GREAT night anyway!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, here are my very grainy photos of him that I took while holding my camera up over my head and shooting over the crowd in a very dark club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295648698581171618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX3sbw4wvaI/AAAAAAAAANU/tBaz1MRzn4U/s400/DSC02969_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295647832566143282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX3rpWusGTI/AAAAAAAAANM/Tyd-xvxHdXE/s400/DSC02968_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's on the right. And yes, he's very cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We got home about 3:00 am!! Party people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I honestly cannot remember the last time we were out so late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We still got it! (although this party girl required quite a nap the next day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-1088688704571485229?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1088688704571485229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=1088688704571485229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/1088688704571485229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/1088688704571485229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/01/fabulous-friday-night.html' title='Fabulous Friday Night!'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SX3funShOnI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FtKbhciyeAw/s72-c/DSC02952_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-3312385366475383836</id><published>2009-01-20T15:40:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T09:00:32.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguration Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;What an exciting day!!! We have a new president. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293753663966010514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 456px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SXcw6O0d3JI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eE74ho95Fnw/s400/oath.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo by: upi/newscom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;You may have already heard this pointed out today, but a peaceful change of government leadership is not the norm throughout the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293497925578221090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SXZIUTFbZiI/AAAAAAAAALE/490OwK7B1og/s400/transition.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo by: Rick Wilking / Reuters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just think back to the elections in Kenya last year, where scores of people died in riots after the election.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Which is why I have loved seeing the pictures from Kenya today. The people of Kenya have been so excited about Barack Obama becoming president - seeing the son of a Kenyan become president of the United States has brought so much excitement to that country!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293759020572457250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SXc1yBu9uSI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tYQCTPmLrvc/s400/kids+kenya.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo by: Jahi Chikwendiu/Washington Post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293746426116621170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SXcqU7usw3I/AAAAAAAAALs/nezw4VexKq4/s400/Nairobi+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Photo by:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thomas Mukoya / Reuters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293746531109486546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SXcqbC28v9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/vOkHchB5gj8/s400/Kenya+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo by: Tony Karumba / AFP / Getty Images &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://www.truevineyard.org/"&gt;Diana&lt;/a&gt; travels through Nairobi, Kenya on her way to Rwanda several times a year. She said that when she went through in late November, there was "Obama mania". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Barack Obama came to our town almost a year ago and our whole family went to go see him. We were fairly far back in the crowd, so you can't see him in the photos, but we could see him pretty well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293737730801548226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SXciazKCO8I/AAAAAAAAALU/Eq4O2nMGWwc/s400/DSC01035.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293748205458549074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SXcr8gS36VI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Fk4gFGb2RTQ/s400/DSC01034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a great night, and the kids were actually excited to see Barack Obama. He gave a great speech, but there's limited time kids will listen to any speech - no matter how good it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eventually they decided they'd rather watch &lt;a href="http://www.nickjr.com/shows/wond_parents/wond_all_about/wond_behind.jhtml"&gt;Wonder Pets &lt;/a&gt;on my iPod.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293748678845822834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SXcsYDzMd3I/AAAAAAAAAME/GW5r79WRta8/s400/DSC01038.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter your political leaning, please take time to pray for our new president and all of our leaders.  Our country is in a difficult time, and they will be making many critical decisions over the next 4 years.  Pray for their wisdom and discernment during this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;God Bless the United States of America!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-3312385366475383836?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/3312385366475383836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=3312385366475383836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3312385366475383836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/3312385366475383836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration-day.html' title='Inauguration Day'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SXcw6O0d3JI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eE74ho95Fnw/s72-c/oath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-1928041399647641360</id><published>2009-01-09T08:20:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:24:55.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Polar Bear Swim 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SWd3bA654uI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7d25ugj1BRo/s1600-h/Polar+Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289327593357173474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SWd3bA654uI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7d25ugj1BRo/s400/Polar+Bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo source: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/floridapfe/2276021343/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/floridapfe/2276021343/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thought I'd share some photos of our Polar Bear Swim from last weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289313233318043890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SWdqXJmx4PI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-LUeS-bvJDg/s400/DSC02809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Granted, a Polar Bear Swim in south Texas is very different from say... Canada, but by the end the kids were shivering and their lips were bluish so we think it counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289313764228850306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SWdq2DZx4oI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1sh75-OVDA8/s400/DSC02816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to stay with our very dear friends who are in the final phase of installing their pool, and this was the first time the kids really swam in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even the Dads put on their swimsuits and got in. How cool are they? Actually, given the water temperature, they were very cool! Ha Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Because it's the "off-season" for swimsuits, I'm not posting photos of the Dads. (even though they looked just fine!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289317117589096930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SWdt5PpKieI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XqFTEekR2gE/s400/DSC02811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Mommies chose to stay dry, to be the official photographers and enjoy Limoncellos by the pool.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Smart Mommies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289320082213342930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SWdwlzuqjtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9GoU9H8Yf2M/s400/DSC02821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cold Little Polar Bears!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289329297898519954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SWd4-O1OvZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Kmj48AX--CM/s400/DSC02831.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;What could make the day more special?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was Hayden's birthday!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for letting us share your special day - and your new pool!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We love you, buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289326187668976866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SWd2JMUuNOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ATxzSzsS1TQ/s400/DSC02832_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The girls in their après swim attire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Plans are already being made for the 2nd Annual Polar Bear Swim in 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-1928041399647641360?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1928041399647641360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=1928041399647641360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/1928041399647641360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/1928041399647641360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/01/polar-bear-swim-2009.html' title='Polar Bear Swim 2009'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SWd3bA654uI/AAAAAAAAAK0/7d25ugj1BRo/s72-c/Polar+Bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-1389021628130080256</id><published>2009-01-02T23:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:44:29.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;By the way, I had to share a discovery we made while decorating Christmas cookies at my family's house. You know those little silver balls that you use to decorate cookies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Check this out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286935910830936562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV74MxNVkfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/q7ehUX6mRxU/s400/DSC02629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you see it yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286936396998654178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV74pEUwOOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hUuWgkAkzyc/s400/DSC02630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here, look at the side of the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286936763572161682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV74-Z6sDJI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1fJMeoXYu6Y/s400/DSC02631.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sorry... Did you say "non-edible"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been eating these on my Christmas cookies my &lt;em&gt;whole life&lt;/em&gt;. And now, at 39, I finally notice they are "non-edible"???  What??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We left them off the cookies this year, but I'm pretty sure they'll be back next year.  I mean, come on, the bell cookies just don't look right without the silver balls as the clapper.  And don't get me started about the fact that the wreath cookies look positively bland without them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-1389021628130080256?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1389021628130080256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=1389021628130080256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/1389021628130080256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/1389021628130080256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew??'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV74MxNVkfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/q7ehUX6mRxU/s72-c/DSC02629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-4382829373828549923</id><published>2009-01-02T21:07:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:26:07.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 2009!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow, did I get lost in the "busy-ness" of Christmas! I had so many good intentions for updates, and had fun photos to share, but the ol' blog kept getting shifted lower and lower on the priority list as Christmas approached. It's good to be getting back into the old routine. So, here's what we've been up to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We rang in the New Year in San Antonio.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286900553266236098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV7YCsBACsI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-repqwDZt74/s400/DSC02773_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We had so much fun. More about that coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First, an update on Christmas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Visiting my family:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to San Antonio to visit my family. We went out to the Hyatt Hill Country Resort to look at the Christmas decorations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286903786582308418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV7a-5Dn9kI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Mqar8sGlSRo/s400/DSC02620_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we went back to the house and decorated Christmas cookies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286911809079196498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV7iR3L7u1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/w3jL9uCR7Qs/s400/DSC02637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and had the family gift exchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Brough's favorite?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286908577707182130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV7fVxYzyDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2goWj0KhDDs/s400/DSC02642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Martian Matter! Thank you, Aunt Shannon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a great day of hanging out and enjoying being together!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next, on to Pat's folks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The train was set up under the tree, as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286913514818848354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV7j1Jj9RmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/E0HkXZUA7Xk/s400/DSC02666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids only derailed it 3 times this year!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you look closely near Brough's knees, you'll see a dinosaur getting knocked off the track by the engine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Much of the evening was spent tracking Santa on &lt;a href="http://www.noradsanta.org/en/home.html"&gt;NORAD&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286914080773091826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV7kWF59sfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gWHQRk_o5mk/s400/DSC02671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286928184677295394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV7xLDCw5SI/AAAAAAAAAI0/B4StYpcRz70/s400/DSC02674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;When we first logged on, Santa was in Ireland.  The kids followed him to the Azores, Cape Verde, the South Georgia Islands, and through some of South America.  When Santa hit Canada, Brough went on Red Alert and we had to head home!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Becca's favorite gift of the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286916315838823762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV7mYMLKPVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MyNo7gy-aRw/s400/DSC02688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a GINORMOUS dog from Uncle Kevin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Really, you can't imagine how big this dog is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas Day at Home&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How much do I love that their favorite gifts were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286924636582892738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV7t8hXI1MI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WDjicaX6mak/s400/DSC02730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286925540856431554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV7uxKCwA8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/zSP0ESH8tw8/s400/DSC02731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hungry, Hungry Hippos and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286926115626459826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV7vSnOmorI/AAAAAAAAAIs/tsSHdti6M3c/s400/DSC02737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Operation!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm tellin' ya, they're classics for a reason!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We loved them as kids (right, Shannon??) and now our kids love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;For the 3rd year, we spent a wonderful, peaceful Christmas at home, just the 4 of us. It gives us a chance to make sure that once the frenzied fun of opening the gifts is over, we spend some time together cuddled up on the couch talking, laughing and remembering what - and who - Christmas is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And of course, just before bed, we gather together to watch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286932942111928386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV71f93kcEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/JrIZ_UCp7gc/s400/Christmas+Story.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope your Christmas was filled with joy and many blessings!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-4382829373828549923?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/4382829373828549923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=4382829373828549923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/4382829373828549923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/4382829373828549923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2009/01/catching-up.html' title='Catching up...'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SV7YCsBACsI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-repqwDZt74/s72-c/DSC02773_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-5858397547669098340</id><published>2008-12-25T13:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:22:13.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SVPbNA99xgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/N2P_3h0ww0Q/s1600-h/Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283807804480407042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SVPbNA99xgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/N2P_3h0ww0Q/s400/Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess who dropped by our house last night??? We found this photo this morning on the cookie plate amongst the crumbs! Brough thinks it was Santa's way of saying thank you, "because we put out egg nog instead of just plain old milk". Hmm, maybe. &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe it was &lt;a href="http://www.icaughtsanta.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; that we heard about from a friend yesterday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;More to come later. Lots to write about, but savoring time with the family today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Blessings and joy to you and those you love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry, Merry Christmas!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-5858397547669098340?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/5858397547669098340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=5858397547669098340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/5858397547669098340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/5858397547669098340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SVPbNA99xgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/N2P_3h0ww0Q/s72-c/Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-2075721797823910496</id><published>2008-12-17T08:53:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:30:35.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;On her blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hihoohio.blogspot.com/2008/12/tree-of-happiness.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi Ho Ohio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;has 6 things that make her happy. So I got to thinking, what makes me truly, down to the core of my being, blissfully happy and content?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;You know, it truly is the simple things in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Hanging out with this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280814910761820178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUk5LrCLYBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qHvxw_OkRCk/s400/DSC01537_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whether we're chillin' at the casa, or out on the town - doesn't matter. He's the one I can be my whole, true, goofy, mental, sometimes catty, philosophical, silly self around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. These two...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280819911811473442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUk9uxZVICI/AAAAAAAAAG8/M7h6yMPtM84/s400/DSC01372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280818521650892594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUk8d2pODzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RMIjYY7dmxw/s400/DSC01663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;What can I say, they make life complete. They are so funny, so smart, so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Waking up on a Saturday morning with NO PLANS for the entire day. A day wide open with possibility. Will we use it to get things done around the house? Plan a grand adventure? Or just have Family Jammie Day and do nothing but play board games, read books, watch a DVD, pop popcorn, have waffles for dinner? The possibilities are endless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Time with family and friends. You know the people in your life who just make you happy - who make your day better for having seen them or even just chatting with them on the phone? No agenda. No expectations. No "keeping up with the Joneses". The people who like you just the way you are. And you like them just the way they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Serving God by serving others. I know, sounds kind of &lt;em&gt;high and mighty&lt;/em&gt;. But here's the thing, doing good for others... showing them love... those little random acts of kindness... that's how we can change the world. And as much as you set out to bless others, you'll find yourself feeling blessed right back! It doesn't matter if you're doing mission work in Africa, working in a soup kitchen, sitting and listening to a friend who's hurting, or just smiling at a stranger who looks a little down... selfless acts have this sneaky way of making you feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Being &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; at home. As much as I love my family, there is something wonderful about being home by myself. The quiet. Aaaaah. Freedom to catch up on all my chores or to kick back and read. The only person I need to fix a snack for is myself. Yeah, I've decided it's OK to be a little, tiny bit selfish every once in a while. Pat occasionally takes off with the kiddos and the dog and lets me have "Mommy Alone Time" as the kids call it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Home alone + a soda + a snack (some kind of junk food) + mindless magazine (Entertainment Weekly, People...) + comfy couch = Happy Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;What makes you happy? Leave a comment and let me know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-2075721797823910496?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/2075721797823910496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=2075721797823910496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/2075721797823910496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/2075721797823910496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2008/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUk5LrCLYBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qHvxw_OkRCk/s72-c/DSC01537_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-9089979941967794818</id><published>2008-12-14T17:48:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:41:19.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Chef, Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK, first an update from Friday... &lt;em&gt;Santaland Diaries&lt;/em&gt; was wonderful! We laughed so hard! We saw it at the &lt;a href="http://www.zachtheatre.org/stages/santaland_08.html"&gt;Zachary Scott Theatre&lt;/a&gt; in Austin. It's performed in the round, and the theatre is small, only 3 rows of seats. At first it felt a little too "intimate", but once the show got rolling, I loved it! If you're near Austin, get on over and see it! It runs through January 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On to Saturday... Brough decided in the morning that he wanted to make Chinese food for dinner. He loves cooking.  &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Top_Chef/season/5/index.php"&gt;Top Chef&lt;/a&gt; is one of his favorite shows.  So, we pulled out the cookbooks, and ultimately decided to prepare dishes from this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280032155295388594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUZxRTsFk7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/FEVKis7M648/s400/Emeril+Cookbook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We made Kung Pao Pork (it's supposed to be Kung Pao Chicken, but I had pork already, so we switched), Green Bean Stir Fry, and Sesame Peanut Noodle Salad. We also made some Vietnamese Pho. Brough decided on the recipes, made the grocery list, went shopping with me, and helped prepare. He worked really hard all day (I'm talking 9:00 am - 7:00 pm with a 1 hour break, here!). Becca pitched in with the prep work too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cooking with the kids always means it takes &lt;em&gt;twice as long&lt;/em&gt; and dirties&lt;em&gt; twice as many dishes&lt;/em&gt;, but it's so worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280035887995663186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUZ0qlFLs1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/LuQ0SoFQOnI/s400/DSC02572.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280035375979703122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUZ0MxrEK1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/29LZ5ZD5yh8/s400/DSC02575.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It goes against all my "mommy" instincts to let him near the stove! But he's so careful. I've also started letting him slice veggies since he earned his "Whittling Chip" in Cub Scouts.  He sliced the red pepper for the green beans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280038560674691442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUZ3GJlhOXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aVfL7cuez5g/s400/DSC02576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was a great dinner!  Brough and I were both pretty tired when it was done, but we're already looking forward to the next time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-9089979941967794818?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/9089979941967794818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=9089979941967794818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/9089979941967794818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/9089979941967794818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2008/12/top-chef-jr.html' title='Top Chef, Jr.'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUZxRTsFk7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/FEVKis7M648/s72-c/Emeril+Cookbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-7728672287328370097</id><published>2008-12-12T09:30:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:06:00.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santaland Diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tonight we are going to see &lt;a href="http://www.zachtheatre.org/stages/santaland_08.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Santaland Diaries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278929185424384722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUKGIAupotI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A9diRstnVXw/s400/Santaland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is a play based on the writings of &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/programs/specials/lists/sedaris/"&gt;David Sedaris&lt;/a&gt;, who may be one of the funniest people on the planet. (BTW, you can listen to &lt;em&gt;Santaland Diaries&lt;/em&gt; at the link on David Sedaris' name.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a surprise for Pat... so if you see him today don't say anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It will be fun to have a grown up night out. And the kids are excited to have a sitter. I just got the Christmas books and movies out of storage yesterday &lt;strong&gt;(bad mom!)&lt;/strong&gt;, so I'm pretty sure they'll be drinking hot chocolate and eating popcorn while watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278930694355243490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUKHf17zUeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8-w4gYc8KFE/s400/Elf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278931208351335810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUKH9wuBRYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/v5O_407_WKk/s400/Charlie+Brown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and probably reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278933242578367330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUKJ0Kzic2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/P_sIA3uKJ2g/s400/DSC02508.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278933450234801778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUKKAQYsLnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/dDjQ6UGL1D8/s400/bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and / or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278933596392755362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUKKIw3dkKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j2xlYzWtYRw/s400/WishForWingsBookCover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love starting a day that is bound to end with happiness and               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;(side-splitting) laughter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-7728672287328370097?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/7728672287328370097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=7728672287328370097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/7728672287328370097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/7728672287328370097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2008/12/santaland-diaries.html' title='Santaland Diaries'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/SUKGIAupotI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A9diRstnVXw/s72-c/Santaland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-8416778903500671566</id><published>2008-12-09T22:42:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:29:20.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Hail??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We ate a late dinner tonight after Becca's Christmas program at school (see previous post). Out of no where it started hailing a bit. Not unusual for here in TX. The pieces that were falling were quite small, so after a few seconds, we went back to our conversation. The hail subsided soon after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After the kids were asleep, I heard it start up again in earnest. I turned on the back porch light and found this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278163689038429490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST_N6QeAPTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dUF23R0-tWQ/s400/DSC02560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh my goodness!!! When I opened the door to take the photos, I realized it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; cold&lt;/strong&gt;. Pulled up a weather forecast online, and sure enough - it was SLEET! Um, wow. It had been in the 70s today! Becca wore shorts to school, and now we have sleet???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278165371204593154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST_PcLBq5gI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8idE7thP8OE/s400/DSC02564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I guess it's because I said I was so jealous of &lt;a href="http://hihoohio.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; earlier today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-8416778903500671566?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/8416778903500671566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=8416778903500671566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/8416778903500671566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/8416778903500671566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-hail.html' title='What the Hail??'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST_N6QeAPTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dUF23R0-tWQ/s72-c/DSC02560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-8846921877082008302</id><published>2008-12-09T22:16:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:07:27.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight was the Christmas program for Becca's school. We aren't the type of parents who usually love the preschool singing programs, but this is her last Christmas program. She'll be heading off to "big kid" school next year. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278145642070723938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST-9fyRmzWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TeARNDY3T8Y/s320/DSC02515_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Leave it to our little princess to rock it out during "Silent Night".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278146887829391634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST--oTFniRI/AAAAAAAAADY/M5dgq4VJg00/s320/DSC02542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278148413545958850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST_ABG0yzcI/AAAAAAAAADg/KUaUeYDfNfk/s320/DSC02554_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I kept Brough home from school again today. Although he felt great, he was still running a fever. Becca had school today, so I was able to spend some alone time with my Big Guy. We snuggled up and read books for quite a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278150162448312290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST_Bm5_m5-I/AAAAAAAAADw/b2fyIkIdBbI/s400/DSC02503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A bag full of books from the library and new loot from the school book fair... Bliss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278159558428921522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST_KJ0v9DrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/C3qWqEm6QX0/s400/DSC02506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Later, he suggested dominoes. We played a game that was a combination of Chicken Foot and Mexican Train that only he and I seem to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278160432832228194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST_K8uJ8q2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/lKX1t2Ky3PU/s400/DSC02509_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I showed this photo to him right after I took it. He asked to see it again a few seconds later. Then he asked to see it again. It wasn't until the 3rd time he wanted to look at the picture that I realized he was looking at my dominoes!!! &lt;strong&gt;little stinker!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He's growing up so fast. What a blessing to spend a day of down time with him!! And we didn't turn the TV on once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-8846921877082008302?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/8846921877082008302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=8846921877082008302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/8846921877082008302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/8846921877082008302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-day.html' title='A Fun Day...'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST-9fyRmzWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/TeARNDY3T8Y/s72-c/DSC02515_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-1906998703916866287</id><published>2008-12-08T08:56:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:22:27.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of our favorite things about living in our small town, is the Christmas Festival held each year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pat had to work late that night, so he missed the fun this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brough sang with his school choir. Can you see him??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277435720764894850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST0307UmLoI/AAAAAAAAABY/UMcnxfZ8jqc/s320/DSC02457.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After he finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (You did a great job, buddy!), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was off to spin under the Tree of Lights...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277444261363171298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST0_mDh5v-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/G0xXMCXmNRU/s320/DSC02469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277438336681783618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST06NMXyMUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/i7oJDUN6n-o/s320/DSC02468.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feel dizzy yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What next?? How about the Carousel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277456817116879442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST1LA5W3GlI/AAAAAAAAACY/2facagqBHmA/s320/DSC02460.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457468262505378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST1LmzEE26I/AAAAAAAAACg/-jn6HbyJc7A/s320/DSC02479.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Cotton Candy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277457823705228322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST1L7fMOZCI/AAAAAAAAACo/B0o1_y2PQxM/s320/DSC02481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yup, Becca ate THE WHOLE THING!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK, she had a little help from Mom (very little).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was really quite cold, so we decided to get hot chocolate for the kids and a hot cider for Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277460194417883042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST1OFeyKt6I/AAAAAAAAACw/A_zcdBKEVsc/s320/DSC02488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Of the three of us, guess who spilled? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While taking the above photo, I placed my drink between my knees...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And guess &lt;em&gt;where&lt;/em&gt; my HOT cider landed????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277460761783866306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST1OmgYwk8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/KJWISEgnyIY/s320/DSC02489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh, yeah! Very nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;(no, this is not going to be one of &lt;em&gt;those &lt;/em&gt;kind of blogs, but it may help you get to know me better. it was a very "me" kind of thing to do.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My very warm wet jeans very quickly became very cold wet jeans! But I'm a trooper, so off we went to "Bethlehem" to make mangers.  Then it was time to head home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277464691564873186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST1SLP9kBeI/AAAAAAAAADA/IoiPNrlFiH8/s320/DSC02496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277465087699725362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST1SiTreLDI/AAAAAAAAADI/EcQNbz5h5FQ/s320/DSC02500_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun night!!! And we didn't even make it over to the carnival rides this year.  We'll save that for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-1906998703916866287?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1906998703916866287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=1906998703916866287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/1906998703916866287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/1906998703916866287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-bliss.html' title='Christmas Bliss'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/ST0307UmLoI/AAAAAAAAABY/UMcnxfZ8jqc/s72-c/DSC02457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797654236423575970.post-1961561764398972558</id><published>2008-12-06T21:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:21:49.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it always start this way??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, does every blog's first post say something like, "Guess I'm going to try this blog thing" or "All my friends are blogging, guess I'll try too?" Well, looks like mine will as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got drawn into the world of blogs by my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.threelittleindians.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. From hers, I've visited blog after blog... you know how it goes, you're reading someone's blog, and click a link of a blog she likes. Then you click a link on &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; blog, and on it goes. I've been a shameless lurker, but now that I've joined up, I'll practice better blogging etiquette! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Over the past few weeks, when I've been out with the kiddos I've found myself thinking, "Oh this would be fun to blog about," so here is the proverbial first step of a thousand mile journey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8797654236423575970-1961561764398972558?l=quirkymess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/feeds/1961561764398972558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8797654236423575970&amp;postID=1961561764398972558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/1961561764398972558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8797654236423575970/posts/default/1961561764398972558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkymess.blogspot.com/2008/12/does-it-always-start-this-way.html' title='Does it always start this way??'/><author><name>Quirky Mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03905593577415797444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vjEuJZ6JpWo/S0D9G7pDr2I/AAAAAAAAAfY/rI17utz2EEs/S220/DSC02019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
